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I|i0  3fafaoritf  Ufrae 

'Verily,  verily,  I  say  unto  you,  he  that  believeth  on 
the  Son  HATH  everlasting  life." 


I^i0  ©nnsprrattnn 

'Tr.ke  my  voice  and  let  me  sing. 
Always — only — for  my  King, 

Take  myself  and  I  will  be 
Ever,  only,  all  for  thee." 


3(am^0  Mt(&tannl^nn 


jO  know  him  was  to  love  him,"  has  been  as  strikingly  true  of 
few  men  as  it  was  of  the  subject  of  this  sketch.  Possessed 
of  a  most  lovable  disposition,  a  face  that  beamed  with  the 
kindness  in  which  his  heart  was  so  rich,  with  rare  gifts  in 
conversation,  a  master  in  music,  and  with  a  very  passion  to  make  others 
happy,  a  vast  multitude  valued  his  friendship  as  a  great  treasure.  The 
home-going  of  James  McGranahan  left  a  vacancy  in  this  world  for 
many  hearts. 

In  the  flood  of  letters  with  messages  of  s5Miipathy  and  apprecia- 
tion that  poured  in  upon  Mrs.  McGranahan  after  he  was  laid  away, 
the  desire  was  variously  expressed  that  there  might  be  some  fitting 
memorial  to  his  beautiful  and  useful  life.  That  some  of  these  tributes 
may  be  permanently  preserved  for  Mrs.  McGranahan  in  her  great 
loneliness,  and  at  the  same  time  gratify  the  desire  of  a  large  number  of 
friends  on  both  sides  of  the  Atlantic,  this  Memorial  is  prepared. 


HIS  EARLY  LIFE 

Mr.  James  McGranahan  was  born  July  4,  1 840,  near  Adams- 
ville.  Pa.,  his  ancestry  being  mainly  of  Scotch-Irish  descent.  His 
grandfather  came,  a  young,  unmarried  man,  from  near  Belfast,  Ireland, 
scMTietime  previous  to  the  War  of  the  Revolution,  in  which  he  was 
for  a  time  enlisted.  He  married  a  Miss  Smith,  of  English  parentage, 
and  settled  in  Westmoreland  County,  Pa.,  later  removing  to  Crawford 
County,  Pa.  There  he  purchased  what  is  known  as  the  Wade 
farm,  near  Hartstown,  where  he  lived  the  remainder  of  his  life.  His 
youngest  son,  George,  married  Miss  Jane  Blair  and  settled  on  a  farm 
near  Adamsville,  where  there  were  bom  to  them  twelve  children,  of 
whom  Jzunco  was  the  ninth.  Most  of  the  brothers  and  sisters  shared 
to  some  extent  the  musical  gift  that  made  James  famous. 

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James  spent  his  boyhood  on  the  farm,  and  was  designed  by  his 
pradtical  father  as  the  one  who  should  remain  at  home  in  charge  of 
the  old  homestead.  The  old-fashioned  neighborhood  "Singing 
School"  was  then  in  vogue,  and  from  that  institution  many  noted  mu- 
sicians were  started  on  their  career,  notably :  Bliss,  Sankey  and  Mc- 
Granahan.  In  this  institution  he,  even  as  a  boy,  was  not  only  pupil 
but  soon  became  assistant  by  playing  the  hats  viol.  At  the  age  of 
nineteen  he  was  the  teacher  and  soon  became  one  of  the  most  popu- 
lar in  his  section  of  the  State.  He  longed  for  the  opportunity  of  fur- 
ther musical  study,  but  how  to  get  it  was  no  ordinary  proposition,  for 
his  father's  notions  of  the  value  of  a  musical  education  were  far  from 
comforting  to  his  rising  ambition.  With  characteristic  pluck,  he  finally 
gained  his  point  and  won  his  father's  reluctant  consent  by  not  only 
earning  all  his  expenses,  but  also  employing  a  man  in  his  place  on  the 
farm,  while  he  pursued  his  musical  studies.  It  is  eeisily  surmised  that 
he  improved  well  his  opportunities.  That  his  father  later  revised  his 
notions  about  the  value  of  a  musiczJ  education,  was  very  evident  when 
no  one  rejoiced  more  than  he  that  his  son  was  being  so  marvelously 
used  of  God  in  winning  souls  through  the  power  of  persuasive  song. 

James  McGranahan's  own  hardships  in  securing  an  education 
meant  much  to  the  boys  and  girls  of  the  next  generation,  for  the  mem- 
ory of  his  own  struggles  and  his  life-long  regret  that  his  literary  and 
musical  advantages  had  not  been  greater,  begat  the  deepest  sympathy 
for  those  situated  as  was  he.  Scores  of  boys  and  girls  at  Northfield 
and  other  schools  will  hold  in  everlasting  remembrance  the  timely  help 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  McGranahan,  who  made  for  them  an  edu- 
cation possible. 

PREPARATION  FOR  AND  BEGINNING 
OF  HIS  MUSICAL  CAREER 

At  the  age  of  nineteen  he  entered  the  Normal  Music  School 
founded  at  Geneseo,  N.  Y.,  by  William  B.  Bradbury,  where  he  pur- 
sued his  studies  under  T.  E.  Perkins,  Carlo  Bassini,  and  other  emi- 
nent teachers. 

Mr.  Wilbur  A.  Christy,  a  friend  and  associate  of  Mr.  McGrana- 
han, thus  describes  the  years  of  preparation  and  early  achievement, 

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and  the  steps  by  which  he  was  led  to  consecrate  himself  to  the  work 
of  singing  evangelist: 

"  The  first  term  at  this  school  was  a  veritable  revela- 
tion to  the  young  singer,  unfolding  to  his  vision  as  in  a 
panorama  the  boundless  wealth  and  beauty  of  song,  at 
which  he  had  as  yet  but  dimly  guessed.  Henceforth  his 
life  was  given  to  music  and  song.  Here,  too,  he  learned 
other  lessons  than  those  set  down  in  the  books,  for  here  he 
met  the  young  lady  who  afterwards  became  his  wife,  who, 
being  a  ready  accompanist,  became  a  most  efficient  helper  in 
his  later  institute,  convention  and  evangelistic  work. 

"  In  1862  he  became  associated  with  the  late  J.  G. 
Towner,  and  for  two  years  they  held  conventions  and  made 
concert  tours  in  the  states  of  Pennsylvania  and  New  York, 
giving  great  satisfaction  in  the  work.  He  now  continued  his 
musical  studies  under  Bassini,  Webb,  O'Neill,  and  others, 
studying  the  art  of  teaching  with  that  prince  of  teachers.  Dr. 
George  F.  Root,  the  art  of  conducting  with  Carl  Zerrahn, 
harmony  under  J.  C.  D.  Parker,  F.  W.  Root,  and,  later, 
George  A.  Macfarren,  of  London.  In  1875  he  accepted  a 
position  in  the  management  of  the  National  Normal  Insti- 
tute. Here  he  served  as  director  and  teacher  for  three 
years.  Dr.  George  F.  Root  continuing  as  principal.  During 
this  time  he  was  winning  an  enviable  reputation  in  his  conven- 
tion work,  and  by  his  glee,  chorus  and  class  music,  and  Sab- 
bath school  songs  published  from  time  to  time.  His  equip- 
ment at  this  time  for  a  successful  career  as  a  musical  teacher 
and  composer  was  complete.  He  had  become  a  cultured 
musician,  with  a  wide  and  growing  reputation,  his  solo  work 
attracting  much  attention,  and  even  more  alluring  prospects 
were  opening  before  him.  Though  he  knew  it  not,  God  was 
fitting  him  for  His  own  work,  and  at  this  time  was  leading 
him  on  to  the  'parting  of  the  ways,'  where  his  decision 
would  determine  all  his  future. 

"From  his  earliest  years  his  rare  tenor  voice  had  been 
the  wonder  and  delight  of  all  who  heard  it,  and  now  from 

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some  of  his  most  eminent  teachers  came  the  proposal  that 
he  should  enter  upon  a  course  of  special  training  for  the 
operatic  stage,  in  which  career  it  was  felt  he  would  certainly 
achieve  fame  and  fortune.  It  was  a  dazzling  prospect ;  hut, 
on  the  other  hand,  his  intimate  friend,  P.  P.  Bliss,  who  had 
given  his  wondrous  voice  to  the  service  of  song  for  Christ, 
was  urging  him  to  do  the  same.  Comparing  his  long  course 
of  study  and  training  to  a  man  whetting  his  scythe,  he 
insisted  that  his  friend  should  'stop  whetting  his  scythe,  and 
strike  into  the  grain  to  reap  for  the  Master.  Mr.  McGrana- 
han,  however,  felt  distrustful  hoth  of  his  adaptation  to  such 
work  and  of  his  call  to  enter  upon  it. 

"While  matters  were  in  this  undecided  state  came  the 
dreadful  catastrophe  at  Ashtahula,  in  which  Bliss  was 
swept  away,  and  in  the  sorrow  of  that  terrible  bereavement, 
in  the  upward  look  for  comfort  and  guidance,  and  in  the 
confident  assurance  of  Major  Whittle  that  he  was  to  take  up 
the  work  of  the  lost  singer,  doubt  and  hesitancy  gradually 
faded  away,  and  his  course  became  clear.  When  he 
became  willing  that  God  should  decide  for  him,  the  decision 
came  at  once.  Not  only  by  the  assurance  in  his  own  mind, 
but  by  the  speedy  receipt  of  letters  from  various  places 
where  he  had  engagements  for  musical  work,  asking  that  they 
be  postponed  or  canceled,  until  of  engagements  covering 
about  three  months  not  one  was  left  him;  he  was  free.  If 
the  operatic  world  lost  a  star,  the  Christian  world  gained 
one  of  its  sweetest  gospel  singers,  and  the  hand  of  God  was 
manifest  in  it  all." 

Major  D.  W.  Whitde  thus  describes  his  first  meeting  with  Mr. 
McGranahan : 

"A  week  before  Mr.  Bliss  left  me  he  was  writing  at  the 
table  one  day,  and  he  read  to  me  a  letter  he  had  written. 
He  said  it  was  to  a  man  he  very  much  wanted  to  see  in 
Gospel  work;  he  could  write  music  and  sing,  and  he  wanted 
him  to  sing  for  the  Lord.  He  asked  me  if  I  knew  any 
evangelist  who  would  go  with  his  friend  McGranahan.     I 

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said  I  did  not  know  of  anybody;  but  if  be  would  conse- 
crate bimself  to  God  someone  would  be  raised  up  to  accom- 
pany bim.  At  Asbtabula  a  man  came  up  to  me  and  said, 
'Mr.  Bliss  was  one  of  my  dearest  friends;  my  name  is 
McGranaban.'  Tbere  stood  before  me  tbe  very  man  wbom 
Mr.  Bliss  bad  cbosen.  We  went  to  Cbicago ;  and  tbere  it 
pleased  God  to  give  my  brotber  a  great  blessing  in  bis  soul. 
Among  Mr.  Bliss'  papers  tbat  came  by  luggage  tram  tbere 
were  many  manuscripts,  and  amongst  otbers  tbe  words  of 
tbe  song,  'My  Redeemer.'  Mr.  McGranaban  prayed  tbat 
be  migbt  be  able  to  wed  it  to  music.  One  day  wbile  sitting 
in  my  room  I  beard  singing,  and  I  went  to  listen.  Tben  I 
beard  for  tbe  first  time  tbe  song  tbat  may  be  said  to  be  Mr. 
Bliss   dying  testimony  of  wbat  Cbrist  was  to  bim. 


AS  EVANGELIST  AND  GOSPEL  SONG  WRITER 

With  a  consecration  that  was  most  thorough,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mc- 
Granaban entered  their  new  field,  and  to  their  great  joy  found  it 
most  congenial.  For  eleven  years  he  and  Maj.  D.  W.  Whittle  were 
associated  as  true  yoke  fellows  in  evangelistic  work  in  various  parts 
of  the  United  States,  Great  Britain,  and  Ireland.  Two  visits  were 
made  to  Great  Britain,  the  first  m  1 880,  when  they  had  great  success 
in  meetings  in  which  the  leading  ministers  of  the  Kingdom  cooperated, 
in  London,  Perth,  Glasgow,  Edinburgh,  Aberdeen,  Dundee,  Belfast, 
and  other  places.  The  second  visit  was  made  in  1883,  when  they 
were  associated  with  Messrs.  Moody  and  Sankey. 

Mr.  McGranahan's  music  has  a  quality  that  is  all  its  own.  It  is 
characterized  by  strength  and  vigor.  Much  that  he  has  written  will 
live  in  the  permanent  hymnology  of  tbe  Church.  Such  songs  as  "My 
Redeemer,"  "I  Shall  be  Satisfied,"  "The  Crowning  Day,"  "Showers 
of  Blessing,"  "O,  how  Love  I  Thy  Law,"  and  many  others  will  voice 
the  praise  of  future  generations  in  their  worship  of  God. 

Among  the  more  elaborate  pieces  that  Mr.  McGranaban  wrote, 
"I  am  the  Resurrection  and  the  Life"  has  a  power  in  its  cumulative 
effect  and  grandeur  of  treatment  that  would  be  hard  to  surpass. 

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Mr.  McGranahan  was  pioneer  in  the  use  of  the  male  choir  in 
Gospel  song.  When  holding  meetings  at  Worcester,  Mass.,  a  draught 
which  had  not  been  noticed  laid  aside  for  the  time  being  all  the  female 
voices,  and  he  found  himself  with  a  chorus  of  male  voices  only. 
Always  resourceful,  he  quickly  adapted  the  music  to  male  voices  and 
the  meetings  went  on  with  great  power.  What  was  necessity  at  first 
became  a  most  popular  and  effective  agency  in  the  Gospel  work. 
Soon  was  published  "Gospel  Male  Choir"  Nos.  1  and  2,  and  the 
Male  Choir  and  Quartet  are  recognized  forces  in  the  Church  today. 

To  Mr.  McGranahan  was  due  also  the  introduction  of  the  un- 
adorned words  of  Scripture  to  striking  airs  and  harmonies.  He  loved 
the  Word,  and  if  he  could  make  the  exact  words  of  Scripture  do  ser- 
vice as  the  chorus  of  a  hymn  he  always  did  so. 

The  United  Presbyterian  Church  owes  much  to  Mr.  McGrana- 
han in  the  service  he  rendered  in  setting  to  appropriate  music  the 
Psalms  as  used  in  the  "Bible  Songs."  Some  of  his  best  music  was 
written  for  this  purpose. 

ENFORCED  RETIREMENT.  BUT  GREAT  ACTIVITY 

In  1887  a  break  in  Mr.  McGranahan's  health  compeOed  him 
to  give  up  active  work  in  the  evangelistic  field.  It  was  then  that  he 
builded  his  beautiful  home  among  his  old  friends  at  Kinsman,  Ohio, 
and  settled  down  to  devote  himself,  in  his  semi-retirement,  to  the  com- 
position of  music  which  would  still  make  him  a  sharer  in  the  evange- 
listic work  of  the  period,  at  the  same  time  earnestly  longing  and  pray- 
ing that,  if  the  Master  willed,  he  might  again  enter  the  evangelistic 
field,  and  be  used  dire<5tly  in  that  in  which  his  heart  so  delighted — 
the  winning  of  souls.  This  wish  was  denied  him,  but  the  Church  is 
richer  in  its  hymnology  through  his  disappointment.  Though  his 
health  demanded  limited  hours  at  his  desk,  yet  he  was  a  prodigious 
toiler  while  he  could  work,  and  a  large  number  of  his  best  hymns 
were  written  in  these  days.  He  left  a  large  number  of  unpublished 
hymns,  which  Mrs.  McGranahan,  with  the  aid  of  her  nephew.  Prof. 
Hugh  H.  McGranahnn,  will  edit  and  publish  in  the  near  future. 

The  Kinsman  home,  in  the  years  of  his  retirement  from  public 
life,  became  the  center  of  healthful  social  life  and  deep  religious  in- 

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fluence  in  a  way  that  will  cause  it  to  be  remembered  as  a  model 
home.  Mr.  McGranahan  was  a  prince  of  entertainers.  He  loved 
good  fellowship,  and  was  masterful  in  blending  the  highest  of  the 
social  with  the  deepest  of  the  spiritual  so  that  the  former  was  sancti- 
fied and  the  latter  made  effective  in  every-day  life.  Without  effort, 
apparently,  on  his  part,  his  guests  would  be  treated  to  the  most  de- 
lightful social  feast,  and,  with  all  the  naturalness  that  ought  to  be, 
some  appropriate  hymns  and  a  word  of  prayer  would  close  the 
pleasant  hours. 

Without  children  of  his  own  and  a  great  fondness  for  young  life, 
his  large  circle  of  nieces  and  nephews,  grand-nieces  and  grand- 
nephews,  as  well  as  other  friends,  counted  a  visit  to  "Uncle  James' " 
something  to  be  looked  forward  to  from  one  time  to  the  next  with 
special  delight.  His  sunny  disposition  drew  all  life  to  him,  but  it  was 
especially  true  of  the  young  lives  who  found  in  him  so  faithful  a  friend. 

His  home  life  was  ideal.  It  required  no  wall  mottoes  to  pro- 
claim that  his  was  a  Christian  home.  The  very  atmosphere  was  per- 
meated with  the  spirit  of  the  Master.  He  lived  near  his  Savior,  and 
in  the  glad  assurance  of  a  present  salvation  and  a  confident  expecta- 
tion of  his  Lord's  second  coming,  he  was  the  apostle,  at  home  and 
abroad,  of  a  Gospel  of  Good  Cheer  and  Love. 

Never  did  husband  and  wife  more  beautifully  and  fully  supple- 
ment each  other  than  did  Mr.  and  Mrs.  McGranahan.  Rich  musical 
gifts,  with  which  both  were  endowed,  first  brought  them  together. 
The  harmony  of  those  two  rare  voices  as  they  blended  so  beautifully 
in  some  uplifting  Gospel  song,  was  like  the  harmony  of  the  two  lives 
that  blended  so  perfedly  that  they  seemed  made  for  each  other. 

THE  LAST  DAYS 

For  eleven  years  diabetes  had  waged  a  steady  warfare  against 
Mr.  McGranahan's  health.  Valiantly  and  cheerfully  he  had  met  its 
attacks,  but  the  inevitable  had  to  come.  During  the  winter  of  1 906-7 
he  had  suffered  much  from  increasing  weakness,  and  when  spring  be- 
gan to  appear  he  was  quite  emaciated,  and  his  growing  weakness  was 
indication  that  the  end  might  not  be  far  away.  In  his  anxiety  to  re- 
lieve Mrs.  McGranahan  as  far  as  possible  of  the  burden  of  caring  for 

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him,  as  well  as  a  hope  that  a  change  of  treatment  might  enable  him 
to  regain  strength  for  some  further  service  for  the  Master,  he  went  to 
the  hospital  at  Meadville,  Pa.,  where  he  remained  till  within  three 
weeks  of  his  death.  The  treatment  was  beneficial  and  contributed 
much  to  his  comfort  in  his  last  weeks.  His  mind  was  stayed  on  God, 
and  he  was  kept  in  perfect  peace.  He  expressed  himself  as  longing 
to  depart  and  be  with  Christ,  which  was  far  better,  but  regretted 
leaving  in  loneliness  the  wife  who  was  so  dear  to  him.  His  concern 
for  her,  even  to  the  last,  was  very  tender.  As  the  end  drew  near  he 
longed  to  return  to  the  Kinsman  home.  His  desire  was  granted,  and 
tenderly  he  was  taken  back  to  the  place  so  dear  to  him.  The  change 
revived  him,  and  his  friends  found  him  so  bright  and  cheerful  that  it 
was  impossible  to  believe  that  the  hand  of  death  was  upon  him. 
Slowly  he  seemed  to  "slip  away,"  as  he  himself  expressed  it,  until  on 
July  9,  after  three  days  of  unconsciousness,  he  went  home  to  meet 
the  Savior  whom  he  loved  so  well,  and  served  so  faithfully,  and  a 
great  host  of  kindred  spirits  who  closely  associated  here  had  gone 
on  before. 

THE  FUNEf^AL 

The  precious  body,  in  which  so  choice  a  spirit  had  dwelt,  was 
laid  where  the  piano  had  stood  in  the  room  that  had  been  consecrated 
by  the  birth  of  many  an  inspiring  hymn,  and  where  his  voice,  now 
hushed  forever  on  earth,  had  so  often  lifted  souls  near  to  their  Christ. 
Death  had  stilled  the  voice  and  closed  the  eyes,  but  had  not  robbed 
his  face  of  its  kindly  smile  and  loving  benedidlion  that  lingered  for  the 
hundreds  from  far  and  near  who  had  been  drawn  thither  by  the  love 
they  bore  him. 

On  Friday,  July  1 2,  the  funeral  services  were  held  in  the  home. 
Mr.  W.  R.  Moody  had  left  the  Northfield  Conference  of  which  he 
was  in  charge,  that  he  might  bring  a  tribute  of  love  to  his  father's 
friend  and  his,  and  representing  his  wife  who  is  a  daughter  of  Major 
D.  W.  Whittle,  the  "true  yoke  fellow"  of  Mr.  McGranahan  in  evan- 
gelistic work,  his  well-chosen  words  made  very  real  that  glorious  re- 
union of  those  choice  spirits  in  the  better  land.  Rev.  E.  A.  Jester, 
pastor  of  the  Methodist  EpiscopaJ  Church  of  Camibridge,  Ohio,  but 
formerly  a  fellow  townsman  of  Mr.  McGranahan,  came  to  tell  what 

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the  influence  of  that  godly  man  had  been  upon  him,  and  how  much 
he  had  loved  him.  Rev.  F.  A.  Kerns,  for  several  years  Mr.  Mc- 
Granahan's  pastor,  and  now  of  Youngstown,  Ohio,  spoke  feelingly  of 
the  life  that  had  been  so  much  to  him  in  his  early  ministry,  and  whose 
taking  away  he  felt  so  keenly.  Rev.  L.  P.  McCulloch,  pastor  of  the 
Kinsman  church,  of  which  Mr.  McGranahan  was  a  member,  very 
appropriately  conduced  the  services  and  spoke  fitting  words  from  a 
heart  sore  with  a  great  personal  loss.  The  Church  choir,  who  were 
all  warm  friends  of  Mr.  McGranahan,  and  from  him  had  received 
such  constant  help  and  encouragement,  sang  from  his  own  hymns 
messages  of  Faith  and  Hope. 

Flowers  in  profusion  were  lavished  upon  the  casket.  Loving 
friends  had  lined  the  grave  with  white,  and  festooned  it  with  beauti- 
ful floral  and  green  covering,  and  in  this,  located  in  the  beautiful  Kins- 
man cemetry,  was  placed  the  body  of  James  McGranahan,  to  await 
the  coming  of  the  returning  Lord,  which  blessed  hope  entered  so 
fully  into  his  life. 

Many  incidental  references  to  the  influences  of  Mr.  McGrana- 
han's  life  were  heard  in  conversation  among  the  friends  at  the  funeral, 
such  as  these:  "No  voice  ever  reached  me  as  did  his;"  "James  is 
gone,  but  a  life  like  his  will  never  die ;"  "When  I  first  knew  him  his 
voice  was  said  to  be  impaired,  but  he  still  had  more  music  in  his  voice 
than  I  ever  heard  in  any  other  man ;"  "He  came  into  my  life  at  the 
time  I  was  young  in  the  ministry,  and  I  thank  God  for  the  blessing  of 
knowing  him ; "  I  never  met  with  him  but  that  my  Savior  was  more 
to  me  because  He  was  so  much  to  him." 

If  James  McGranahan  sent  forth  a  piece  of  music,  or  wrote  a 
letter  of  business  or  friendship,  it  would  go  winged  with  a  fervent 
prayer  that  it  might  be  used  to  the  glory  of  God.  With  a  like  fervent 
prayer  this  sketch  of  his  life,  so  inadequate  and  so  poorly  portraying 
it,  is  written  by  one  who  has  prized  his  love  as  one  of  the  Heavenly 
Father's  best  gifts,  and  who  is  profoundly  grateful  for  all  the  help  and 
inspiration  from  the  home  and  lives  of  these  consecrated  servants  of 
the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  James  McGranahan. 


In  3l[tjent0t^£atn 


His  was  a  voice  that  was  tuneful  in  song, 

Singing  the  gospel  of  light. 
His  was  a  heart  that  for  others  was  strong — 

Strong  for  his  Lord  and  the  right. 

Sweet  are  the  notes  he  has  woven  in  song. 

Music  was  thrilling  his  soul. 
Sweetly  it  bore  his  worn  spirit  along, 

While  he  was  nearing  his  goal. 

Tender  his  strauns,  yet  so  earnest  and  strong. 

Rising  and  soaring  above : 
Bearing  the  hearts  of  the  worshiping  throng 

Nearer  the  Author  of  Love. 

Oft  as  his  music  rings  out  on  the  air. 
Thoughts  of  the  singer  will  come — 

How  he  will  sing  in  those  regions  so  fair — 
Sing  in  the  spirit's  bright  home. 

Rest  thee,  dear  brother,  so  gentle  and  true. 

Thine  was  a  mission  of  love. 
Though  for  a  season  we  bid  thee  adieu, 

Yet  we  shall  greet  thee  above. 

Mrs.  Mary  B.  Wingate 


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At  Twenty-three 
The  Popular  Singing  Teacher 


At  Thirty 
The  Convention  Leader 


At  Thirty-seven 
P    P    Bliss   Consecrated  Successor 


At  Forty-si )c 
The  Evangelist  and  Hymn  Writer 


®1|^  Kinsman  m^mnml  Bniixct 


T  was  truly  fitting  that  the  "  Moody  meetings  "  at  Kinsman 
should  this  year  have  as  their  chief  feature  a  memorial 
of  the  man  who  had  founded  and  developed  them.  On 
Sabbath,  August  25,  1907,  a  most  impressive  service  was 

conducted,  in  which  addresses  were  made  by  Rev.  L.  P.  McCul- 

loch,  the  pastor  of  the  Kinsman    church,  and    Dr.  Henry  Ostrom. 

There  was  a  great  deal  of  singing  of  Mr.  McGranahan's  favorite 

hymns. 

ADDRESS  BY  THE  REV.  L.  P.  McCULLOCH 

I  can  scarcely  think  of  anything  that  I  should  like  to  do  more 
than  to  speak  in  this  memorial  service ;  yet  I  can  think  of  few  things 
that  would  be  more  difficult. 

I  speak  as  the  pastor  of  Professor  McGranahan.  In  doing  so,  my 
remarks  must  necessarily  be  of  a  somewhat  reminiscent  character. 
As  many  of  you  know,  I  am  holding  my  first  pastorate  here  in  the 
Presbyterian  Church  of  Kinsman.  When  in  my  senior  year  in  the 
Seminary  at  Auburn,  I  received  a  letter  asking  me  to  come  here  and 
preach  as  a  prospective  candidate  for  the  pastorate  of  this  church. 
All  I  knew  of  Kinsman  at  that  time,  except  that  it  was  located  in  Ohio, 
was  that  it  was  the  home  of  that  sweet  singer,  James  McGranahan, 
and  that  these  great  meetings  were  held  in  a  natural  amphitheatre 
in  the  woods. 

My  only  fear  in  coming  was  that  of  preaching  to  such  a  man 
as  James  McGranahan.  He  was  a  man  of  large  experience  and  of 
wide  association  with  the  best  preachers  of  his  generation ;  how 
could  I  preach  to  a  man  like  that  ?  But  I  shall  never  forget  my 
first  meeting  with  him.  It  was  during  my  first  evening  in  Kinsman. 
Having  taken  tea  with  a  member  of  the  Session,  I  was  told  that 
Mr.  McGranahan  wished  to  see  me.  As  I  walked  into  his  presence, 
he  took  me  by  the  hand  and  said,  "Young  man,  I  am  glad  to  look 

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into  your  countenance,"  but  I  felt  that  he  was  looking  to  the  depths 
of  my  heart.  At  once  I  felt  at  home  with  him.  His  greatness  was 
forgotten;  he  was  my  friend,  and  soon  he  was  my  helper,  and 
companion.  As  I  took  up  the  duties  of  the  pastorate,  it  was  worth 
more  than  my  words  can  tell,  to  see  that  sympathetic  face  in  my 
audience.  I  soon  came  to  regard  him  as  a  pillar  in  the  church,  and  in 
addition  to  his  strength  of  character,  there  was  a  kindliness,  a  beauty 
and  sweetness,  that  one  could  not  fail  to  appreciate. 

In  the  description  of  the  first  Hebrew  temple,  we  are  told  that 
"On  the  top  of  the  pillars  was  lily  work."  Mr.  McGranahan  com- 
bined in  his  character  the  strength  of  the  pillar  and  the  beauty  of  the 
lily.  He  was  strong  because  a  man  of  convictions.  One  did  not 
have  trouble  in  finding  where  he  stood  b  relation  to  moral  questions. 

The  very  impersonation  of  sincerity,  he  could  no  more  bear  a 
sham  than  he  could  sacrifice  his  principles  for  the  sake  of  policy. 
The  beauty  of  his  life  shone  out  through  his  cheerfulness  under  all 
circumstances.  There  was  refreshment  in  his  appreciation  of  the 
beauties  of  nature.  He  drank  in  sweetness  from  the  flowers  and 
the  birds,  he  leeumed  lessons  from  the  fields  and  the  trees.  Nothing 
in  nature  was  too  insignificant  or  too  common  to  beget  appreciation 
from  him.  Had  he  possessed  the  title  to  all  the  earth,  I  am  sure  he 
would  have  used  it  well :  while  he  did  possess  but  am  insignificant 
fraction  of  it,  he  really  inherited  all  because  of  the  open  heart  and  re- 
ceptive mind  with  which  he  listened  to  all  of  God's  messengers. 

Whence  came  these  qualities  ?  They  were  his  because  he  was 
a  man  of  two  worlds.  While  with  his  feet  he  trod  the  earth,  his 
head  was  in  the  clouds.  He  related  the  things  of  time  and  sense  to 
the  unseen  realities ;  he  measured  men  and  ideas  by  the  standards 
of  eternity  ;  he  was  faithful  and  cheerful  because  he  could  hear  the 
footfalls  on  the  other  shore.  So  he  was  not  dragged  down  nor  con- 
taminated by  the  things  of  this  world.  As  in  memory  I  linger  over 
the  victories  of  his  life,  there  comes  to  me  the  promise,  "Him  that 
overcometh  will  I  make  a  pillar  in  the  temple  of  my  God." 

ADDRESS  OF  DR.  HENRY  OSTROM 

I  have  heard  with  deepest  interest  these  words  of  Mr.  McCuUoch 
concerning  the  purity  and  gentleness,  the  brotherliness  and  spiritual 

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greatness  of  our  distinguished  friend,  James  McGranahan,  and  so 
deeply  do  I  affirm  them  that  to  stand  on  this  platform  at  Kinsman 
and  recall  how  much  he  did  to  promote  this  work,  and  how  cheer- 
fully he  bore  responsibilities  connected  with  the  well-being  of  this 
community,  makes  me  feel  like  declaring,  without  a  moment's  hesita- 
tion, that  we  do  not  speak  of  a  dead  man,  but  rather  that  "it  had 
come  to  pass  that  the  time  that  he  should  be  received  up"  had 
arrived.  He  has  been  translanted.  His  exaltation  has  been  accom- 
plished.    It  is  not  death,  but  the  greater  life. 

I  speak  conservatively  when  I  remind  you  of  the  value  of  this 
great  soul  to  the  people  as  it  poured  itself  out  in  music.  We  laud 
the  inventor,  we  compliment  the  scientist,  we  say  that  the  man  who 
can  whistle  to  the  dogs  of  the  air  so  that  they  come  to  the  kennel 
and  then  rush  out,  their  very  breath  a  power  with  which  to  light 
cities  and  move  great  machinery,  is  a  "wizard." 

But  what  can  we  say  of  the  man  who  can  court  angels  of  melody 
until  they  come  to  find  a  home  under  this  skull,  and  then,  after  he  has 
fellowshipped  with  them,  sends  them  forth  to  carry  the  Gospel  of 
the  Saviour  of  men  into  the  very  midmost  of  the  hearts  of  the  people? 

Geology,  and  botany,  and  astronomy  great  as  they  are,  cannot 
approach  in  greatness  this  wonderful  field  of  music.  To  be  friendly 
to  melody,  and  have  melody  in  turn  respond  favorably  to  your  friend- 
ship, how  few  have  been  honored  with  such  a  gift ! 

What  must  it  mean  for  a  man  to  take  the  words, 

"TTiere  shall  be  showers  of  blessing. 

This  is  the  promise  of  love, 
There  shall  be  seasons  refreshing 
Sent  from  the  Saviour  above," 

and  amid  spiritual  dearth  where  the  people  fear  and  quake  in  the 
presence  of  adverse  conditions,  set  them  to  singing  this  song  of 
assurance  in  America  and  Europe,  Asia,  Africa  and  the  islands  of 
the  sea  ?  I  speak  well  withm  the  limits  when  I  say  that  it  is  real 
greatness. 

What  must  it  be  to  be  able  to  take  the  words, 

"The  crowning  day  is  coming, 

The  glory  draweth  nigh. 
The  aowning  day  is  coming  by  and  by," 

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and  put  them  on  a  current  of  melody  and  send  them  laving  the  brow 
and  heart  of  the  discouraged  in  factory  and  kitchen,  on  sea  and  land, 
in  the  church  prayer-meeting  and  the  great  thronging  assembly,  or 
at  the  couch  of  the  soul  verging  eternity  ?  And  many  of  these  mel- 
odies have  enriched  the  spirit  after  they  have  been  heard  or  sung. 
For  months  and  years  the  breath  has  given  newness  of  life  to  those 
who  could  no  more  sing  them  to  their  tune  than  could  our  great 
and  God-honored  Moody. 

When  I  think  of  James  McGranahan  I  do  not  stop  long  to 
consider  the  sweet  holy  atmosphere  of  the  home  over  here  by  the 
village  edge,  or  the  calmness  of  spirit  one  feels  when  he  stands  under 
the  old  apple  tree  back  of  the  house.  I  halt  but  briefly  to  con- 
sider the  blessing  of  the  Kinsman  meeting,  and  the  good  influence 
of  a  godly  citizen  in  this  county ;  for  I  hasten  to  remind  you  that 
when  a  great  Christian  musician  ascends  to  God  he  has  bequeathed 
to  us  his  influence  over  those  angels  of  melody  which  abide  year 
in  and  year  out  to  express  more  perfectly  the  munificence  of  God's 
heart.  As  a  man  he  was  noble,  at  home  he  was  lovely,  in  the 
church  he  was  Christly,  in  the  community  he  was  honorable,  but 
the  world  on  land  and  sea  cherishes  his  music,  and  it  is  for  that 
he  will  be  more  widely  knovm. 

Some  lives  we  are  permitted  to  see  which  when  they  go  into 
eternity  seem  to  have  gone  because  the  glory  of  the  eternal  out- 
weighed the  capacity  for  the  life  in  the  flesh.  The  upper  attraction 
was  too  great  for  them  to  remain  here  below.  The  magnetism  of  the 
throne  drew  them  from  the  footstool. 

Say  not  that  death  is  stepping  into  the  bog ;  say  not  that  death 
is  closing  the  career  (we  are  here  to-day  in  memory  of  a  Christian 
man) ;  death  is  planting  the  foot  upon  the  rock  ;  death  is  beginning 
the  higher  career ;  death,  as  St.  Paul  said,  is  the  loosening  of  the  cables 
and  putting  out  to  sea  ;  death,  as  was  said  on  the  Mount  of  Transfigura- 
tion, is  the  "  exodus,"  and  it  is  no  such  dreary  journey  to  the  Christian 
to  pass  out  into  that  eternal.  Elijah,  the  mountaineer,  thought  that 
the  trip  would  be  so  comfortable  that  he  would  not  need  to  take  his 
cloak,  so  he  threw  that  back  for  Elisha.  Lazarus,  having  been  a  poor 
beggar  and  not  well  accustomed  to  long  journeys,  was  carried  by 

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the  angels,  to  make  the  trip  comfortable,  I  think,  and  to  keep  him  from 
getting  dizzy.  Oh,  death  to  the  Christian  looks  to  heaven,  the  third 
heaven  and  the  heaven  of  heavens ;  but  to  whatever  else,  it  looks 
to  melody. 

So  let  us  gird  ourselves  and  loyally  sing  our  vv^ay  through,  mak- 
ing melody  in  our  hearts  unto  the  Lord,  until  we  greet  this  lovely 
spirit  and  share  with  him  in  singing  the  song  unto  the  Lamb  in  the 
midst  of  the  throne.  He  was  great  here,  but  now  it  is  "far 
better."  One  of  the  apostles,  having  been  but  a  few  months  in 
heaven,  looked  so  beautiful  that  St.  John,  in  the  Revelation,  says  he 
fell  down  to  worship  him  ;  and  by  the  truth  with  which  such  a 
circumstance  suggests,  what  do  you  think  it  would  be  like  to  hear 
James  McGranahan  sing  to-day !  The  comfort  and  confidence  in 
the  hearts  of  his  widow  and  kindred  would  be  even  deeper  and 
steadier,  I  think,  could  they  see  for  one  moment  how  great  his  gain 
in  being  absent  from  the  body  and  present  with  the  Lord. 


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iirmartal  §>tvbm  in  OHitragn 


jVER  since  the  days  of  Mr.  McGranahan's  active  evan- 
gelistic work,  he  has  kept  in  close  touch  with  the  Moody 
Church  and  the  Bible  Institute  in  Chicago.  His  visits 
there  were  always  much  appreciated.  A  memorial  ser- 
vice was  held  in  the  church  on  the  evening  of  August  25,  1907, 
at  which  the  pastor  of  the  church,  Dr.  A.  C.  Dixon,  and  the  music 
director  of  the  Institute,  Dr.  D.  B.  Tovmer,  made  addresses. 

DR.  A.  C.  DIXON'S  ADDRESS 

Several  years  ago  I  received  an  invitation  from  Mr.  McGran- 
ahan  to  go  to  Kinsman,  O.,  and  preach  in  what  he  called  "The 
Moody  Meetings."  Mr.  Moody  preached  several  times  in  the  Fair 
Grounds,  in  a  great  auditorium  under  the  trees,  seating  about  six 
thousand  people.  When  Mr.  Moody  preached,  every  seat  was 
usually  full  and  the  woods  around  were  full.  I  had  the  pleasure 
of  spending  several  days  in  the  home  of  this  sweet  singer.  My 
impression  was  that  he  was  an  ideal  Christian  gentleman.  He  was 
so  gentle — "Thy  gentleness  hath  made  me  great."  And  yet  with 
that  gentleness  he  was  very  strong.  He  was  a  man  of  faith.  He 
believed  the  Bible  to  be  the  Word  of  God.  He  was  a  man  of 
prayer.  He  let  God  speak  to  him  out  of  the  Book,  and  he  was 
fond  of  speaking  to  God  in  prayer.  He  was  a  man  of  hope.  He 
believed  in  the  blessed  hope  of  the  return  of  the  Lord,  or  he 
would  not  have  written  the  hyirm,  "Christ  Retumeth,"  that  stirred 
our  hearts  as  Dr.  Towner  sang  it  to-night. 

A  few  months  ago  I  heard  that  Mr.  McGranahan  was  in  the 
Palmer  House  sick.  I  at  once  went  down  to  call  on  him.  I 
found  him  very  feeble,  having  a  professional  nurse  with  him.  He  had 
been  in  poor  health  for  several  years.  I  shall  carry,  until  I  meet 
him  in  glory,  the  impression  that  that  interview  gave  me.  He  Sciid 
with  a  smile,  "I  thought  perhaps  the  Lord  would  call  me,  but  if  He 

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wants  me  here  a  while  longer,  I  am  ready  to  stay."  He  said,  "I 
am  ready  to  go,"  and  he  talked  about  going  as  if  it  were  to  his  marriage, 
or  as  if  it  were  going  on  a  vacation,  out  of  school.  He  was  looking 
forwcird  to  the  time  as  release  from  suffering  and  from  weakness, 
and  yet  he  had  the  thought  that  he  would  like  to  stay  and  work  awhile 
longer  if  it  was  God's  will.  When  I  talked  with  him,  1  found  that 
he  knew  he  could  not  live  very  long.  He  was  certain  that  death 
was  near  and  he  was  ready.  There  was  not  a  tremor.  Death 
had  been  conquered  for  him.  I  went  out  of  that  room  determined 
as  never  before  to  preach  Jesus  Christ,  the  Conqueror  of  death,  the 
One  who  died  for  us,  and  in  dying  killed  death  for  the  Christian, 
so  that  he  can  say,  "To  depart  and  be  with  Christ  is  far  better "; 
"  To  die  is  gain ";  "  The  time  of  my  departure  is  at  hand ";  "  I 
have  fought  a  good  fight,  I  have  finished  my  course,  I  have  kept 
the  faith ;  henceforth  there  is  laid  up  for  me  a  crown  of  righteousness, 
which  the  Lord,  the  righteous  judge,  shall  give  me  at  that  day." 
He  had  pleasant  memories  of  the  past — the  times  of  association 
with  Dr.  Towner  and  others — but  his  "henceforth"  was  the  bright 
part.  Death  did  not  shadow  it ;  disease  did  not  shadow  it.  He 
was  looking  through  the  vista  into  eternity,  and  his  face  was  all 
aglow  v/ith  the  light  that  came  from  the  celestial  hills. 

That  sort  of  religion  is  worth  having.  When  John  Wesley 
said,  in  his  first  report  of  the  Methodist  movement,  "Our  people  die 
well,"  he  stated  a  fact  worth  noting — that  a  man  who  believes  in 
Jesus  Christ  will  die  well.  He  does  not  have  to  pretend  that 
there  is  no  such  thing  as  death,  and  he  has  not  to  take  an  opiate. 
He  can  look  death  in  the  face  and  smile,  because  he  can  look 
beyond  death  into  the  glory  that  is  reserved  for  him.  I  have  just 
been  thinking  what  a  time  Mr.  Moody,  Major  Whittle,  Geo.  C. 
Needham,  P.  P.  Bliss,  James  McGranahan,  and  scores  of  others  who 
have  gone  up  within  the  gates  from  this  church  are  having  in  heaven 
to-night.  I  will  warrant  McGranahan  is  singing.  He  did  love  music. 
He  had  a  passion  for  music.  He  liked  any  sort  of  music.  I  was  quite 
surprised  that  he  had  in  his  home  in  Kinsman  a  symphony  self- 
playing  organ,  on  which  he  took  great  delight  in  rendering  the 
orchestra  scores  of  the  world's  most  famous  classical  music.  When 
he   could  get  a  group  of  his  friends   about   him,  he   delighted   to 

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sing  the  gospel  songs,  and  though  his  voice  was  not  as  strong  as 
it  used  to  be,  he  made  melody  in  his  heart  that  God  listened  to. 

As  you  sang  "Hallelujah  for  the  Cross,"  I  could  hear  his 
voice  above  the  chorus  in  heaven.  The  fact  is  that  this  song  is 
an  echo  from  heaven,  for  up  there  they  sing,  "Worthy  is  the  Lamb 
that  was  slain ";  and  as  you  read  through  Revelation  you  will  find 
the  word  "Hallelujah"  coming  from  the  celestial  choir.  The  Jews 
tell  us  that  the  Hebrew  is  to  be  the  language  of  heaven.  They  love  it 
so  well  that  they  think  it  will  do  for  heaven,  and  there  is  one  word  of 
it  that  is  the  language  of  heaven  certainly,  and  that  is  the  word 
"  Hallelujah."  It  is  a  Hebrew  word,  and  is  untranslatable. 
When  you  find  it  in  Greek,  it  is  "Hallelujah";  when  you  find  it 
in  English,  it  is  "Hallelujah";  when  you  find  it  in  French,  it  is 
"Hallelujah";  when  you  find  it  in  German,  it  is  "Hallelujah"; 
when  you  find  it  in  Swedish,  it  is  "Hallelujah";  and  when  you  find 
it  in  Dutch,  it  is  "Hallelujah."  You  cannot  translate  it.  It  looks 
as  though  all  the  Christians  on  earth  were  practicing  on  that  word 
for  the  chorus  in  heaven.     "Hallelujah  for  the  Cross." 

Mr.  McGranahan  believed  in  the  power  of  the  cross  of  Jesus 
to  save  and  transform  character.  Have  you  accepted  his  Saviour  ? 
Are  you  ready  to  die  as  well  as  to  live  ?  Have  you  the  passport 
across  into  the  other  world,  the  passport  that  makes  you  happy  to 
think  of  ?  If  you  have  not,  I  offer  you  his  Saviour.  Accept  Him 
by  faith  and  love  and  serve  him  as  God  may  give  you  opportunity. 

Oh,  blessed  God,  it  is  a  part  of  heaven  to  love  and  serve 
Christ.  Though  our  brother  has  passed  into  the  land  of  joy  and 
glory,  we  have  a  foretaste  of  it  here,  as  we  love  his  Saviour  and 
sing  his  songs.  Give  us  the  fulness  of  his  Christ,  for  Jesus*  sake. 
Amen. 

EXTRACTS  FROM  DR.  D.  B.  TOWNER'S  ADDRESS 

We  are  not  here  to-night  to  eulogize  a  man,  but  we  do  wish 
to  pay  a  last  tribute  to  one  we  love.  I  came  to  know  Mr.  McGrana- 
han when  I  was  only  a  lad.  In  1 863  our  paths  first  touched.  "Mac 
and  Addie,"  as  we  always  called  them,  were  associated  with  my 
father  in  musical  conventions,  and  in  musical  institutes  and  concerts 
for  a  number  of  years,  then  he  went  into  work  for  himself.     His  first 

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work  was  among  the  children.  He  became  famous  through  north- 
eastern Pennsylvania  and  southern-central  New  York  as  a  leader 
of  children's  choruses.  It  was  in  these  concerts  that  I  first  began 
to  sing  in  public. 

Being  associated  with  Major  Whittle  put  Mr.  McGranahan  into 
contact  with  Moody  and  Sankey  in  England,  Scotland  and  Ireland. 
Perhaps  the  greatest  work  of  Major  Whittle  and  Mr.  McGranahan 
was  in  Scotland.  When  over  there  a  few  years  ago  I  found  numer- 
ous very  warm  friends  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  McGranahan  in  Edinburgh, 
where  they  had  a  great  work,  and  also  in  other  parts  of  Scotland, 
Ireland  and  England.  It  was  in  London  where  Mr.  McGranahan 
organized  the  first  male  chorus  in  England  for  gospel  singing.  There 
were  one  hundred  men  in  the  chorus,  all  said  to  be  converts  of  the 
meetings.  They  became  very  famous  m  England,  and  held  together 
for  a  great  many  years.  Mr.  McGranahan  was  the  first  man  to  pub- 
lish a  book  of  gospel  songs  exclusively  for  male  voices.  Since  then 
a  great  many  have  been  published. 

By  the  songs  we  have  sung  to-night  you  will  notice  he  was  a 
joyous  Christian.  A  great  deal  of  his  music  was  fuU  of  praise  and 
"Hallelujah."  I  suppose  we  never  will  be  able  to  fully  estimate 
the  good  that  Mr.  McGranahan  has  done  until  the  Books  are  opened 
up  yonder  because  his  influence  will  go  on  in  these  songs  that  we 
have  been  singing,  and  others  that  we  will  not  be  able  to  sing  to-night, 
that  he  has  given  to  the  world. 

His  songs  have  done  good.  They  have  lived  and  run  a  race. 
Many  of  them  are  still  living.  Some  of  them,  of  course,  that  he  wrote 
on  current  topics,  have  passed  away,  but  served  their  purpose  and 
did  a  great  deal  of  good. 

While  we  shall  never  see  Mr.  McGranahan  again  on  this  earth 
we  certainly  shall  not  forget  to  love  him ;  we  shall  not  forget  to  sing 
his  music ;  we  shall  not  forget  to  pray  that  it  may  be  a  blessing  to  others 
as  it  has  been  to  us ;  we  shall  not  forget,  if  we  are  so  fortunate  as  to 
enter  through  the  pearly  gates,  to  expect  to  meet  him  and  clasp  his 
hand  again  and  talk  over  the  good  times  that  we  have  had  here. 

More  than  once  Mr.  McGranahan  has  come  to  me  and  offered, 
and  I  have  accepted,  his   brotherly  advice  about  matters,  after  my 

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father  was  taken  away.  Because  of  this  close  relation  I  look  upon 
him  almost  as  an  elder  brother,  and  I  expect  that  when  I  reach  the 
glory  land  that  I  shall  meet  Mr.  McGranahan  in  the  midst  of  that 
innumerable  company  that  are  around  the  throne,  praising  God  day 
and  night,  singing,  not  the  songs  that  he  has  written  or  we  have  loved 
to  sing  that  he  has  written,  but  the  new  song  of  "Moses  and  the 
Lamb." 


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ii^mnnal  S^nbm  ttt  Pu^bln,  ffiolnraJio 


ANY  who  have  been  associated  with  Mr.  McGranahan  in 
evangelistic  work  used  the  occasion  of  his  home-going  to 
tell  of  his  life  and  work.     Among  these  was  Rev.  William 
H.  Bates,  D.D.,  who  conducted  a  memorial  in  his  church, 
the  Presbyterian  Church,  of  Pueblo,  Col. 

EXTRACT  FROM  ADDRESS  OF  DR.  W.  H.  BATES 

Personally  Mr.  McGranahan  was  one  of  the  most  lovable  men  I 
ever  met,  gentle,  kind,  modest,  unassuming,  refined,  cultured,  winsome, 
sincere,  devoted — one  could  not  help  loving  him.  As  a  singer,  since 
the  first  time  I  heard  him  he  has  been  the  standard  by  which  I  have 
measured  all  singers  of  sacred  song.  I  have  heard  those  who  approx- 
imated but  never  equaled  him.  His  voice,  for  sweetness,  compass, 
power,  was  phenomenal.  His  enunciation  was  as  perfect  as  though 
the  words  were  spoken  instead  of  sung.  His  wife  usually  played  his 
accompaniments,  and  sometimes  sang  alto  with  him.  He  would  stand 
at  the  end  of  a  cabinet  organ,  perfectly  impassive,  not  a  look,  act  or 
anything  that  would  attradl  attention  to  himself,  and  there  send  forth 
a  flood  of  melody  bearing  on  its  crest  the  sentiment,  thought,  feeling 
of  the  words  that  were  sung.  You  saw,  not  McGranahan,  but  the 
Saviour.  His  was  the  most  complete  exemplification  I  ever  beheld  of 
the  phrase,  "Hiding  behind  the  cross." 

And  the  pathos  of  his  voice  was  wonderful.  I  have  heard 
singers — a  few,  very  few — the  quality  of  whose  tones  touched  the 
fountain  of  my  tears.  McGranahan's  voice  had  this  quality.  I  suc- 
ceeded at  Adams,  northern  New  York,  in  the  church  where  Finney 
was  converted,  a  minister  who  went  to  Ottawa,  Ills.,  and  he  told  me 
this  incident  which  illustrates  my  point:  Whittle  and  McGranahan 
went  there  for  an  evangelistic  campaign.  For  some  ten  days  or  more 
they  labored  and  apparently  made  almost  no  impression.  Ottawa 
hearts  seemed  harder  than  adamant  and  it  was  questioned  if  there 

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were  any  available  power  that  could  make  them  feel.  There  was  to 
be  a  meeting  in  the  opera  house  on  Sunday  afternoon  for  men  only. 
It  was  looked  forward  to  with  fear  and  foreboding.  As  the  crowd 
assembled  the  atmosphere  seemed  almost  petrific.  The  courage  and 
hope  of  the  evangelists  were  sinking.  Mr.  McGranahan  came  for- 
ward upon  the  stage  and  sang  "My  Trundle  Bed."  The  men  were 
carried  back  to  the  old  boyhood  home.  They  were  children  again. 
Dear  household  scenes  were  brought  before  them,  and  as  they  rum- 
maged in  the  attic  they  found  the  trundle  bed  in  which  they  used  to 
sleep;  and  with  the  refrain  of  each  stanza  they  heard  again  the 
sweetest  thing  that  mortal  ears  can  ever  hear — a  mother's  crooning 
lullaby : 

"  Hush,  my  dear,  lie  still  and  slumber, 
Holy  angels  guard  thy  bed  ! " 

The  song  and  the  pathos  with  which  it  was  sung  just  melted  all 
those  hard  hearts  and  flooded  the  eyes  with  tears ;  and  thus  the  way 
was  opened  for  the  preacher  and  for  the  effectual  entrance  of  the 
saving  truths  he  had  to  present.  A  mighty  work  was  wrought  in 
Ottawa. 

Mr.  McGranahan  was  the  most  prolific,  and,  in  the  judgment  of 
many,  he  is  the  best  writer  of  so-called  gospel  music.  In  "Gospel 
Hymns  Combined,"  the  book  we  are  using  to-night,  there  are,  if  my 
count  be  correct,  one  hundred  and  twenty  of  his  pieces,  nine  of  which 
we  have  on  our  program  for  singing.  He  is  the  editor  or  joint  editor 
of  seventeen  or  more  books  of  music. 


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FROM  THE  LONDON  "  CHRISTIAN  " 

p|HE  two  visits  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  McGranahan  to  Europe  made 
for  them  a  wide  circle  of  friends,  particularly  in  the  British 
Isles.      The  Christian,  of  London,  contained  in  its  issue  of 
September  19,  1907,  an  appreciation  under  the  title  of 
"  Famous  Song  Evangelist,"  from  which  liberal  extracts  are  here  given : 

"  FAMOUS  SONG  EVANGELIST— 
"THE  LATE  MR.  JAMES  McGRANAHAN 

"There  was  sorrow  in  many  hearts  when  it  became  known  that 
— as  was  intimated  in  our  columns  at  the  time — on  July  9  last  Mr. 
McGranahan  had  passed  peacefully  to  be  with  the  Lord.  Some 
years  had  elapsed  since  he  had  been  obliged  by  impaired  health  to 
retire  from  active  evangelistic  labor ;  but  there  are  many  in  this 
country,  and  a  vastly  greater  number  in  America,  who  remember 
with  deep  affection  the  sweet  singer  of  the  Gospel. 

"It  is  deeply  instructive  to  note  that  Mr.  McGranahan  set  forth 
an  outline  of  his  belief  in  the  following  simple  sentences : 

"  *(  1 )  Salvation  is  not  the  result  of  a  Christian  life,  but  rather 
its  cause ;  not  the  fruit  but  the  tree ;  it  is  the  result  of  believing  on 
Jesus.  (2)  'Eternal  life'  is  not  a  prize  to  be  awarded  at  the  end  of 
the  Chri^ian  race,  but  a  gift  to  be  taken  at  the  beginning  in  order  to 
enter  the  race.  (3)  We  are  not  to  run  the  Christian  race  in  order 
to  be  'saved  at  last,'  but  first  to  be  saved  in  order  to  run.  (4)  A 
heart  without  Christ  therein  can  no  more  bring  forth  Christian  fruit 
than  a  garden  without  the  vine  can  produce  grapes.  'He  that  hath 
the  Son  hath  life ;  he  that  hath  not  the  Son  of  God  hath  not  life.* 

"Having  severed  their  other  connections,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  McGrana- 
han threw  themselves  whole-heartedly  into  evangelistic  work.  From  east 
to  west  and  from  north  to  south  they  traveled  over  the  United  States. 

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Sometimes  they  accompanied  Mr.  Moody,  and  at  other  times  Major 
Whittle ;  but  their  services  were  also  much  in  demand  on  their  own 
account.  Two  long-to-be-remembered  visits  were  paid  to  Europe. 
Close  and  constant  contact  with  the  work  led  to  a  deeper  realization 
of  the  needs  and  longings  of  men  and  women  ;  and  experience  proved 
that  Mr.  McGranahan's  song-messages  touched  the  hearts  of  the  people. 

"During  his  first  sojourn  in  England  he  edited  'Songs  of  the  Gos- 
pel; much  of  the  music  being  his  own  composition.  This  was  widely 
used',  and  was  followed  by  the  'Gospel  Male  Chorus  Book,'  which 
proved  specially  serviceable  where  large  numbers  of  men  had  been 
gathered  in  through  evangelistic  work — as  in  the  case  of  the  great 
Mizpah  Band  at  Glasgow.  Again,  in  the  preparation  of  successive 
editions  of  'The  Christian  Choir,'  Mr.  McGranahan's  name  was  asso- 
ciated with  that  of  Mr.  Sankey.  The  abiding  character  of  his  work 
is  proved  by  the  fact  that  all  these  books  are  still  available,  and  highly 
valued  in  many  quarters.  Those  in  all  parts  of  the  world  who  have 
used  'Sacred  Songs  and  Solos'  also  know  well  how  he  was  enabled  to 
set  to  appropriate  music  many  hymns  written  by  Major  Whittle  (under 
the  signature,  'El  Nathan')  and  others.  He  also  possessed  himself 
the  true  poetic  gift,  writing  under  various  arrangements  of  his  initials. 

"His  arrangements  of  the  words  of  others  were  used  with  great 
effect.  For  in^ance,  the  original  of  the  hymn,  *Are  you  coming  home, 
ye  wanderers,'  was — as  Mr.  Sankey  tells  us  in  his  book,  'My  Life 
and  Sacred  Songs, — written  by  a  young  lady  in  Scotland,  who  signed 
herself  'C.  C  It  fell  into  Mr.  McGranahan's  hands,  and  he 
rearranged  the  poem  somewhat,  also  setting  it  to  music.  Since  its 
publication  in  this  form  it  has  been  a  blessing  to  many. 

"A  vn\d  young  soldier  was  induced  to  attend  a  Gospel  meeting  in 
London.  As  he  entered,  this  hymn  was  being  sung,  and  made  a  deep 
impression  on  him.  He  returned  the  next  evening,  and  continued  to 
attend  the  services  until  he  was  enabled  to  realize  that  the  Lord  Jesus 
Christ  had  redeemed  him.  'I  had  to  come,'  was  his  testimony,  'that 
hymn  would  not  let  me  stay  away.  All  night  long  that  question  of  the 
song,  both  in  the  words  and  the  music,  kept  returning  to  me,  demand- 
ing an  answer — Are  you  coming  home  to-night  ?* 

"Another  general  favorite,  of  which  the  words  were  arranged 
and  the  music  supplied  by  Mr.  McGranahan,  has  been,  'Someone  will 

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enter  the  pearly  gate,  by  and  by.*  An  active  minister  in  the  western 
States  wrote  Mr.  Sankey  that,  at  the  close  of  a  service  in  a  town  he 
was  passing  through,  the  minister  who  presided  invited  him  to  sing  a 
solo.  He  was  led  to  choose  this  piece.  In  the  audience  was  a  well- 
educated  man,  evidently  under  the  influence  of  drink.  He  said 
afterwards  that  he  either  failed  to  hear  or  forgot  all  about  the  sermon, 
but  he  heard  the  song,  and  the  words,  'Shall  you  ?  Shall  I  ?'  kept 
ringing  in  his  ears,  until  he  gave  his  heart  to  God.  The  man  became 
known  in  later  years  as  a  faithful  minister  of  the  Gospel. 

"The  words  of  'I  know  not  the  hour  when  my  Lord  may  come,' 
were  from  the  pen  of  Mr.  Bliss.  The  need  for  such  testimony  was 
borne  in  on  his  mind  by  the  publication  of  'The  Gates  Ajar,'  by 
Elizabeth  Stuart  Phelps,  a  story  which  aroused  much  criticism.  Mr. 
Sankey  explains  that  Mr.  Bliss  felt  the  Scriptural  teaching,  that  we 
should  be  'with  the  Lord,'  to  be  sufficient  for  spiritual  contentment — 
offsetting  the  "1  know  not"  of  speculation  bj^  the  "I  know"  of  faith.' 
He  handed  the  piece  to  Mr.  McGranahan,  asking  whether  he  could 
set  it  to  music.  The  latter  worked  at  it  a  long  time  without  being 
able  to  satisfy  himself  with  the  result.  One  night  the  family  went  to 
their  rooms,  leaving  him  in  the  parlor  at  the  piano.  Finally,  dissatisfied 
with  the  result  of  his  efforts,  he  threw  himself  down  and  fell  into  a 
doze.  Suddenly  he  awoke,  and  the  tune,  chorus  and  all,  had  come 
— different  from  the  harmonies  upon  which  he  had  been  working. 
When  he  sang  it  in  the  morning  Mr.  Bliss  was  delighted,  and  imme- 
diately adopted  it  for  use. 

"When  strength  began  to  fail,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  McGranahan  settled 
at  Kinsman,  Ohio.  He  still  devoted  all  his  powers  to  the  composition 
of  Gospel  hymns  and  music ;  and  friends  well  qualified  to  judge  have 
spoken  of  some  of  these  latest  works  as  among  the  best.  Testimony 
is  borne  by  his  pastor  and  others  that  the  influence  on  the  community 
of  that  home  circle  was  strongly  for  good.  Large  numbers  of  young 
people  and  others  found  both  pleasure  and  profit  in  the  society  into 
which  they  were  cordially  welcomed.  The  poor  knew  also  that  in 
that  home  they  would  meet  with  genuine  sympathy  and  help ;  and 
appeals  on  behalf  of  many  a  good  cause  were  assured  of  generous 
consideration.     We  whose  privilege  it  was  to  know  Mr.  McGranahan 

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in  private  life  will  ever  describe  him  as  a  man  of  singular  sweetness  of 
disposition,  combined  with  a  great  desire  to  be  used  by  his  Lord  and 
Master  in  the  ingathering  of  souls.  It  was  truly  said  of  him  that  he 
sang  with  the  simplicity  of  a  child,  but  it  was  masterly  simplicity. 

FROM  WILLIAM  R.  MOODY 

Thirty  years  ago  Mr.  and  Mrs.  P.  P.  Bliss  were  killed  in  the 
fearful  Ashtabula  catastrophe,  and  their  loss  seemed  to  the  Christian 
world  an  irreparable  one.  It  was  at  this  time  that  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
James  McGranahan  entered  evangelistic  work  and  became  associated 
with  my  father,  Mr.  D.  L.  Moody.  In  missions  in  both  Great  Britain 
and  American,  they  were  associated  with  him  for  more  than  ten  years, 
as  well  as  with  my  father-in-law.  Major  D.  W.  Whittle. 

Mr.  McCranahan's  sweet  Christian  spirit,  his  earnest  sympathy 
in  every  phase  of  evangelistic  effort,  and  his  untiring  endeavors  in  in- 
creasing the  efficiency  of  the  service  of  song,  endeared  him  to  all  who 
were  associated  with  him.  In  addition  to  active  labors  in  the  evange- 
listic field,  Mr.  McGranahan  contributed  over  one  hundred  and  fifty 
hymns  which  he  composed,  toward  the  several  Gospel  Hymns,  many 
of  which  will  live  in  the  Christian  hymnology  of  the  future. 

In  the  passing  from  earthly  service  of  Mr.  McGranahan  there  has 
been  felt  a  keen  loss  in  the  Christian  Church,  and  to  many  friends, 
but  in  this  sorrow  we  must  not  lose  sight  of  the  joy  which  comes  to 
him  and  to  others  with  whom  in  years  past  he  has  been  so  closely 
associated,  in  the  reunion  in  that  city  where  sorrow  and  sighing  have 
passed  away. 

FROM  REV.  J.  WILBUR  CHAPMAN.  D.D. 

There  are  but  few  men  numbered  among  my  acquaintances  in  the 
past  whose  characters  stand  out  like  mountain  peaks  as  I  think  of 
them.  Mr.  Moody  towers  the  highest,  and  next  to  him  along  evan- 
gelistic lines  I  think  I  can  say  stands  Professor  James  McGrancihan. 
His  hymns  have  always  moved  me,  through  and  through. 

When  I  was  a  pastor  in  Albany,  N.  Y.,  a  suggestion  made  by 
Mr.  Moody  changed  my  entire  idea  of  preaching  and  Christian  service. 
He  told  me  he  thought  that  I  ought  to  make  my  services  evangelistic, 

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and  that  if  I  did  that  I  might  reasonably  expect  success.  I  was  utterly 
in  the  dark  as  to  what  evangelistic  services  might  be,  although  I  had 
for  years  been  in  the  ministry.  When  I  explained  my  dilemma  to 
him,  he  said  that  first  of  all  I  ought  to  change  the  character  of  the 
music  and  give  the  people  a  chance  to  sing.  He  himself  semt  me  a 
supply  of  hymn  books,  which  then  wrere  published  in  a  five  cent 
•word  edition  only,  and  when  1  had  begun  the  song  services  in  my 
church,  the  crowds  became  so  great  that  the  building  was  unable  to 
hold  them.  This  marked  the  beginning  of  my  evangelistic  experience, 
and  the  hymns  used  w^ere  those  written  by  James  McGranahan. 

So,  long  before  I  knew  him,  I  loved  him  for  his  work's  sake, 
and  I  also  felt  that  his  hymns  were  of  the  very  highest  type  along  evan- 
gelistic lines. 

When  I  was  a  pastor  in  Philadelphia,  he  came  one  day  to  the 
Bethany  Sunday  school,  w^hich  was  a  part  of  my  church,  and  as  he 
stepped  upon  the  platform,  he  introduced  himself  in  the  quiet,  modest 
way  so  like  him.  I  w^anted  him  to  sing,  but  he  was  as  bashful  about 
it  as  a  child,  and  when  he  did  sing,  I  can  remember  to  this  day  how 
his  sweet  tenor  voice  thrilled  me.  We  gave  him  the  Chautauqua 
salute  in  the  Sunday  school,  and  the  man  who  had  sung  his  way 
around  the  world,  and  whose  h5Tnns  w^ere  used  in  almost  every 
Christian  Church,  blushed  as  if  it  had  been  the  first  time  he  ever 
appeared  before  a  crowd.  With  this  personal  introduction  I  was 
drawn  to  James  McGranahan  for  his  own  sake. 

After  Mr.  Moody's  death  I  was  invited  to  Kinsman,  Ohio,  Mr. 
McGranahan's  home,  and  asked  to  take  charge  of  the  Kinsman 
meetings,  held  in  the  grove  not  far  from  the  McGranahan  home.  It 
w^as  there  that  I  saw^  my  friend  among  his  own  personal  friends, 
and  especially  in  his  home,  and  where  I  began  to  have  an  affection 
for  him  too  great  to  be  expressed  in  words.  I  never  have  known  a 
gentler,  rarer  soul.  He  was  Christlike  in  everything  he  did.  1  con- 
ferred with  him  about  an  intricate  business  proposition  which  would 
greatly  have  angered  most  men,  but  when  he  told  me  that  he  had 
been  injured,  he  told  me  with  tears  in  his  eyes  and  a  pathetic  ring 
in  his  voice.  His  whole  treatment  of  the  subject  was  as  Christlike 
as  anything  I  have  ever  seen. 

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His  music  will  sing  itself  on  through  the  years,  and  there  are 
some  of  his  hymns  which  I  should  like  to  be  singing,  if  I  could,  as 
I  pass  from  time  to  eternity. 

James  McGranahan's  professional  career  was  of  the  highest  sort; 
his  evangelistic  experience  was  of  the  very  best — but  his  home  life 
w^as  almost  more  beautiful  than  any  other  part  of  his  life.  Thousands 
of  people  rise  up  and  call  him  blessed,  and  among  this  number  I 
count  myself  privileged  to  stand. 

FROM  REV.  FRANCIS  A.  KERNS 

I  deem  it  a  great  pleasure  and  privilege  to  have  known  Mr.  Mc- 
Granahan,  to  have  loved  him,  and  to  have  had  a  share  of  the  love 
of  that  broad,  s5Tnpathetic  heart.  Aside  from  my  father,  no  man 
ever  came  so  fully  into  my  heart  and  led  me  heavenward  as  he.  He 
taught  me  the  blending  of  true  humilily  and  greatness  of  character. 
His  was  not  a  mere  profession  of  words,  but  a  more  eloquent  pro- 
fession by  a  life  surrendered  to  the  Master's  service. 

The  first  time  I  heard  him  and  Mrs.  McGranahan  sing,  music 
seemed  to  have  a  new  meaning.  They  sang  "God  is  now  willing, 
are  you?"  With  tears  coursing  down  their  cheeks  and  voices  touched 
by  the  pathos  of  souls  yearning  for  lost  souls,  I  thought  they  were 
truly  ambassadors  for  Christ  Jesus,  beseeching  men  to  be  reconciled 
to  Him.     Subsequent  years  of  acquaintance  strengthened  my  belief. 

The  yearning  of  his  soul  was  for  a  prolonged  life  in  which  to 
serve  the  Master.  One  evening  after  prayer  meeting,  in  which  I 
was  illustrating  the  need  of  the  Holy  Spirit  for  Christian  work  by 
the  main-spring  of  my  watch,  he  said  "1  need  new  works  in  my 
watch."  I  answered,  "New  works?"  He  said,  "Well,  I  need  them 
greatly  renovated."  I  said,  "You  are  discouraged  because  your  health 
will  not  permit  you  to  take  part  as  you  once  did.  When  you  are  not 
permitted  to  work  you  may  find  pleasure  in  the  fact  that  your  hymns 
are  doing  good  all  over  the  world."  His  answer  was  full  of  his 
characteristic  humility  and  yearning :  "  I  had  scarcely  thought  of 
taking  any  congratulations  to  myself  on  the  score  of  what  I  have 
done.  I  hope  the  Lord  will  give  me  grace  to  not  be  satisfied  with 
what  I  have  done.     My  prayer  is  that  He  will  give  me  ten  years 

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more  of  service."  Nearly  ten  years  were  given,  but  broken  by  sea- 
sons of  sickness  which  prevented  his  doing  as  much  as  he  vnshed. 
He  lived  in  the  spirit  of  that  beautiful  hymn, 

"I  know  not  the  hour  when  my  Lord  will  come 
To  take  me  away  to  His  own  dear  home; 

But  I  know  that  His  presence  will  lighten  the  gloom. 
And  that  will  be  heaven  for  me." 

But  limitations  and  hindrances  often  enrich  our  lives.  He  was 
able  to  sing  with  the  pathos  of  such  enriching  experience  of  the 
years  : 

"Not  now,  but  in  the  coming  years. 

It  may  be  in  a  better  land, 
We'll  read  the  meaning  of  our  tears 

And  there,  sometime,  we'll  understand." 

And  who  knows?  Perhaps  he  may  have  the  privilege  of  com- 
posing some  of  the  songs  to  be  sung  around  the  throne,  and  the 
experiences  of  life  will  fit  him  for  more  perfect  composition  than 
even  the  most  beautiful  of  his  compositions  here,  and  that  sweetest 
of  voices  restored,  and  made  even  clearer  and  more  resonant  in 
the  vivifying  atmosphere  of  heaven.  And  may  he  not  even  now  be 
permitted  to  lead  some  of  the  heavenly  choirs  ?  And  may  we  not, 
some  day,  blend  our  voices  with  his  in  grand  harmony  around  the 
throne  of  Him  who  hath  redeemed  us. 

Sweet  were  his  compositions  here,  but — 

"The  music  of  heaven  is  sweeter  in  measure. 

And  purer  in  every  strain. 
Than  the  music  of  earth,  though  it  fills  us  with  pleasure. 

As  it  thrillingly  rolls  over  valley  and  plain. 

"The  music  of  heaven  is  grander  in  rhyming 

Than  any  that  mortal  e'er  toned. 
And  the  mansions  of  glory  forever  are  chiming 

With  the  songs  that  come  up  to  the  Saviour  enthroned. 

'Oh  music  of  heaven,  so  rich  and  so  sweet ! 
Oh  joy  it  will  bring  us,  so  full  and  complete." 

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FROM  REV.  EDWIN  A.  JESTER 

For  sixteen  years  it  was  my  privilege  to  be  intimately  acquainted 
with  Prof.  James  McGranahan.  It  was  one  of  the  richest  blessings 
that  has  come  into  my  life  to  have  been  associated  with  a  man  of 
such  fibre.  Our  first  acquaintance  was  when,  for  a  time,  he  was  a 
member  of  the  congregation  to  which  I  preached  and  unusual  oppor- 
tunity was  afforded  to  know  his  spirit  and  character.  To  talk  with 
him  vv^as  alw^ays  an  inspiration.  With  him  it  required  no  av^kw^ard 
transition  to  talk  about  Jesus  the  Saviour.  It  v/as  just  as  natural  as  to 
speak  of  any  of  his  friends  who  lived  neeir  him.  When  he  spoke  of 
Jesus  it  was  w^ith  a  rare  blending  of  reverence  and  confidence, 
without  familiarity  yet  in  a  tone  w^hich  suggested  close  acquaintance 
and  companionship. 

In  the  closest  conversation,  at  the  most  trying  times  of  his  life, 
I  cannot  recall  that  I  ever  heard  him  speak  in  a  censorious  spirit  or 
utter  one  unkind  word,  or  indeed  a  word  which  it  would  not  have 
been  perfectly  proper  to  have  spoken  in  any  company  at  any  time. 

He  had  an  intense  desire  to  see  the  spiritual  life  of  the  community 
in  which  he  lived  advanced.  To  this  end  he  planned  much  and 
gave  liberally  of  his  means  and  was  wont  to  say,  "What  do  you  think 
of  this  plan  and  how  can  it  be  made  to  mean  most  to  our  community?" 

He  was  liberal  in  his  charities,  but  never  peiraded  them  and  those 
helped  by  him  often  did  not  know  the  source  of  their  help.  While 
pastor  in  Kinsman  he  would  say  to  me  :  "Do  you  know  any  place 
where  a  little  money  is  needed  ?  Are  there  any  poor  people  who 
might  wisely  be  helped  ?  If  you  find  any  such,  kindly  let  me  know. 
They  need  not  know  where  the  money  comes  from." 

He  loved  the  beautiful  and  thanked  God  for  it.  One  day  I  met 
him  coming  home  with  a  fine  boquet.  As  he  approached  me  he  held 
it  up  and  said  :  "When  the  Lord  makes  flowers  like  these,  don't  you 
think  it  is  right  for  us  to  wear  them  and  enjoy  them  ?  " 

His  palatial  home  was  so  liberally  shared  with  others  that  it  is 
not  easy  to  estimate  how  large  a  blessing  it  was,  nor  the  extent  of  the 
influence  which  went  out  from  it.  Because  of  his  wide  acquaintance 
in  musical  circles,  it  was  possible  for  him  to  bring  together  rare  musical 
talent,  and  here  it  has  been  my  privilege  to  see  what  has  seemed  to 

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me  the  realizarion  of  the  ideal  in  social  occasions.  The  company  was 
fir^  inspired  by  solos  and  instrumental  seledtions  of  high  order.  Even 
the  conversation  w^ith  which  it  was  interspersed  was  tempered  by  his 
gentleness.  After  dainty  refreshments,  which  he  and  his  wife  knew 
so  well  how  to  plan  for  their  guests,  he  would  bring  out  a  liberal  sup- 
ply of  a  Gospel  Song  book  and  say,  "Let  us  all  sing  some  hymns." 
With  his  wife  at  the  piano,  he  would  lead,  often  telling  an  incident 
connected  with  the  use  of  the  song,  of  how  God  had  made  it  a  bless- 
ing to  a  soul  at  one  of  the  meetings  conducted  by  Moody  or  Major 
Whittle,  until  instead  of  seeming  unnatural  or  strained,  there  was  but 
one  appropriate  thing  to  do  and  he  would  say,  "Shall  we  not  thank 
our  Father  for  his  goodness  ?  "  Every  heart  was  prepared  for  the 
prayer  which  followed.  From  these  social  occasions  have  gone  those 
to  whom  the  Savior  had  been  made  so  real  and  brought  so  close  that 
they  could  not  sleep  until  they  had  kneeled  before  Him  and  surren- 
dered to  Him  their  hearts  and  lives. 

But  no  words  of  mine  can  give  an  estimate  of  his  life  nor  de- 
scribe the  charm  of  his  personality.  To  understand  either  it  would 
have  been  necessary  to  have  known  him. 

FROM  REV.  DAVID  REED  MILLER,  D.D. 

In  recalling  the  death  of  my  dear  friend,  James  McGranahan, 
I  have  many  times  regretted  that  I  did  not  know  him  more  intimately. 
I  have  known  him  only  during  this  past  decade,  and  even  during  these 
years  our  orbits  have  crossed  only  occasionally.  My  last  pastorate 
was  near  the  scenes  of  his  childhood  and  youth  and  in  the  neighbor- 
hood where  many  of  his  relatives  still  reside.  Some  of  these  good 
people  were  members  of  my  congregation.  I  therefore  felt  that  I 
knew  him  long  before  we  met.  The  first  time  I  saw  him  was  at  a 
funeral  of  one  of  his  relatives ;  and  the  second  time,  if  my  memory 
serves  me  right,  was  at  a  Church  reunion  at  Old  Shenango,  where  he 
and  Mrs.  McGranahan  sang  a  few  seledtions,  to  the  delight  of  the 
multitude  in  the  grove.  Since  then  we  have  met  many  times,  but 
only  for  a  little  while,  like  ships  in  passing.  We  have  had  correspon- 
dence back  aiid  forth  for  the  past  few  years.  And  from  these  odds 
and  ends  of  acquaintanceship,  I  caught  many  glimpses  into  the  heart 
of  the  man. 

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He  was  of  a  most  beautiful  and  winsome  disposition,  modest  and 
unassertive,  as  I  knew  Kim ;  but  one  in  whose  very  presence  there 
was  a  latent  tenderness  and  power.  His  face  was  a  benediction.  In 
it  were  the  elements  of  strength  and  beauty,  meekness  and  purity. 
He  lived  much  on  the  heights.  In  his  presence  I  always  felt  the  at- 
mosphere of  a  higher  stratum  stirring  within  me.  It  was  a  pleasure, 
sometimes,  just  to  sit  down  and  think  of  the  things  which  his  eyes  had 
seen  and  his  ears  heard  on  those  peaceful  uplands  of  communion  with 
God.  I  have  tried  to  imagine  the  visions  which  his  subtler  gaze  be- 
held, and  the  meditation  has  brought  me  good. 

He  was  a  broken  man  during  the  years  that  I  knew  him :  not 
broken  in  spirit,  but  in  health.  But  the  desire  to  use  his  splendid 
musical  gifts  was  unrestricted  by  physical  impediments.  He  longed 
for  the  return  of  the  day  when  he  might  again  be  permitted  to  open 
the  pearl  gates  of  song,  that  through  him,  once  more,  the  thoughtless 
and  the  unconcerned  might  enter  the  kingdom  of  peace  with  God. 

It  was  a  great  gift — that  gift  of  song  which  kind  heaven  had 
breathed  into  his  soul,  and  right  nobly,  in  his  stronger  years,  did  he 
use  it.  Heaven's  first  proclamation  of  the  gospel  was  in  the  words 
of  song  on  the  lips  of  angelic  singers ;  and  he  whose  mission  it  is  to 
reach  men's  hearts  and  bring  them  spell-bound  to  the  manger  cradle, 
is  certainly  not  distantly  related  to  the  choir  which  sang  the  annunci- 
ation song  at  Bethlehem. 

There  was  something  about  Jzunes  McGranahan's  music  which 
won  the  heart.  Many  of  his  renderings  of  the  psalms  carry  with 
them  a  wonderful  power.  They  take  hold  of  one's  very  soul  and 
bring  it  near  the  gates  of  God.  Take,  for  instance,  "I  Shall  Be  Sat- 
isfied," as  it  appeared  in  the  early  edition  of  the  Bible  Songs.  What 
an  uplift  that  gave  to  every  Christian  heart !  How  it  illuminated  and 
brought  home  with  power,  those  wonderful':/  significant  words !  May 
be  these  comforting  words,  "I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  awake  with 
thy  likeness,"  will  come  home  to  him  now  in  the  glory  land  with  their 
added  blessing  as  he  recaUs  the  consolation  which  his  tender  numbers 
gave  to  thousands  here  belov/  !  I  have  just  gone  through  the  Bible 
Songs  noting  the  numbers  which  he  wrote,  and  I  must  confess  to  an 
additional  sorrow  when  I  remember  that  the  voice  which  first  sang 

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them  is  now  hushed  on  earth  forever.  How  much  our  praise  service 
would  miss  if  these  numbers  were  omitted  from  our  book.  Some  of 
the  best  music  in  this  splendid  book  is  from  his  pen,  some  of  the  moil 
popular  seledlions,  some  of  the  best  revival  and  evangeliflic  songs  are 
his.  James  McGranahan,  although  in  later  years  not  a  member  of 
our  Church,  had  very  much  to  do  with  popularizing  our  Church  music 
and  putting  the  enthusiasm  of  modem  melody  into  these  classic  and 
heroic  songs.  He  has  done  much  to  blaze  the  way  for  their  accept- 
ance in  other  denominations,  and  probably,  more  than  he  knew  or 
dreamed  of,  and  more  than  anyone  anticipated,  has  done  much  to 
bridge  the  way  to  interdenominational  union.  The  world  is  always  a 
loser  when  such  men  leave  it.  May  his  memory  be  a  blessing  to  us  all. 

FROM  PROF.  GEO.  C.  STEBBINS 

It  is  a  pleasure  for  me  to  add  my  testimony  to  the  esteem  in 
which  Mr.  James  McGranahan  was  held  not  only  by  the  public  who 
knew  him  through  his  work  but  by  those  associated  with  him  as  well. 

In  his  career  as  an  evangelist  he  impressed  those  that  came  under 
his  mfluence  as  a  man  not  only  endowed  with  rare  gifts  but  a  man 
of  a  singularly  pure  and  transparent  character,  and  one  with  a  simple 
and  unwavering  faith  in  his  Lord  and  in  the  message  committed  to 
him. 

In  Mr.  McGranahan's  personality  there  was  combined  many  of 
the  graces  that  go  to  make  up  an  attractive  and  well  rounded 
character ;  among  which  were  a  gentleness  and  cheerfulness  and  an 
unaffected  simplicity  of  nature  that  made  him  by  the  grace  of  God 
the  lovable  man  that  he  was,  and  that  won  for  him  the  friendship 
of  all  that  knew  him. 

In  addition  to  his  winsome  personality,  he  possessed  a  voice  of 
rare  purity  and  sweetness  which  never  failed  to  touch  the  hearts  of 
the  people,  and  which  in  association  with  that  of  his  wife,  swayed 
the  great  congregations  before  which  he  sang  during  the  year  of  his 
active  service,  and  the  echo  of  its  notes  still  remains  in  the  memory 
of  those  who  came  under  its  power. 

As  wide  reaching  as  his  influence  as  a  man  and  as  a  singer  was, 
it  yet  remains  to  be  said,  however  that  his  influence  as  a  writer  of 

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the  music  used  in  the  evangelistic  movement  in  which  he  took  so 
conspicuous  a  part,  has  gone  far  beyond  the  comparatively  limited 
sphere  of  one's  personal  ministry,  and  has  become  world-wide  in  its 
sweep. 

Regarding  Mr.  McGranahan's  work  as  a  composer,  it  is  appar- 
ent to  all  who  have  taken  pains  to  observe  it,  that  it  is  characterized 
by  originality,  by  musicianly  skill  in  the  treatment  of  his  themes,  and 
by  the  most  painstaking  care  in  adapting  his  music  to  the  truth  to  be 
sung. 

It  is  also  to  be  said  that  the  great  favor  with  which  his  hymns 
have  been  received  in  all  parts  of  the  world  and  the  blessing  they 
have  brought  to  the  cause  to  which  he  gave  his  life,  makes  it  plain 
that  his  work  was  wrought  in  God  and  that  the  seal  of  His  approval 
rested  upon  it  in  a  very  marked  way. 

FROM  IRA  D.  SANKEY 

I  am  very  glad  to  be  able  to  contribute  a  few  words  to  the 
Memorial  Booklet  to  be  prepared  in  memory  of  James  McGranahan. 
He  was  one  of  the  noblest  of  men  and  one  of  the  best  musical 
composers  of  his  day.  It  was  a  great  pleasure  to  be  associated  with 
him  in  compiling  books,  which  contain  h)mins  and  tunes  which  will 
long  be  remembered.  His  name  is  greatly  loved  in  Great  Britain, 
where  his  songs  are  ^U  sung  by  the  people.  I  believe  the  most  beau- 
tiful gospel  song  he  ever  wrote  is  "Sometime  We'll  Understand," 
and  next,  perhaps,  come  "Showers  of  Blessing,"  and  "I  Shall  be 
Satisfied." 

I  hope  to  join  him  bye  and  bye  in  the  land  where  there  is  no 
more  sorrow,  pain  or  death,  and  where  God  shall  wipe  away  all 
tears  from  our  eyes.  In  that  fair  land  we  will  sing  again  with  Bliss 
a  better  song  than  we  have  ever  sung  on  earth,  before  Him,  who 
hath  redeemed  us,  and  built  for  us  a  mansion  in  the  sky. 

FROM  PROF.  C.  C.  CASE 

After  forty  years  of  intimate  friendship  with  James  McGranahan, 
beginning  as  young  men  feeling  after  one's  life  work ;  continuing  at 
Normal  Music  Schools  in  different  parts  of  the  country  in  preparing 

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for  the  life  work ;  in  the  composition  and  editing  of  music  books ;  in 
various  enterprises,  chiefly  musical,  in  which  we  have  both  been 
interested ;  in  recreation  as  well  as  work ;  in  the  sharing  of  each 
other's  joys  and  sorrow  until  the  temporary  parting  by  death,  my 
wife  and  I  realize  that  the  friendship  of  and  fellowship  with  one  so 
filled  with  the  Spirit  of  God  next  to  the  fellowship  with  God  and 
with  His  son,  is  the  most  helpful  thmg  in  this  life,  and  the  most  hope- 
ful anticipation  for  that  which  is  to  come. 

FROM  REV.  R.  A.  TORREY,  D.D. 

I  never  met  James  McGranahan  in  the  days  of  his  physical 
strength  and  more  public  work,  but  I  met  him  in  the  days  of  his 
spiritual  maturity  when  he  had  been  tried  in  the  fire  and  had  come  out 
as  refined  gold.  In  those  days  I  knew  him  very  intimately  and  learn- 
ed to  love  him  as  I  have  loved  few  men. 

He  was  always  so  gentle  and  yet  so  hopeful,  still  planning  great 
things,  that  there  was  to  me  a  peculiar  charm  about  him. 

It  was  my  privilege  to  be  present,  with  Mr.  Moody,  at  the  first 
of  the  great  Kinsman  meetings  that  James  McGranahan  planned  and 
engineered,  and  also  at  the  last  at  which  he  was  to  be  present.  At 
both  he  was  very  weak  in  body,  but  strong  in  soul.  After  the  last 
meeting  last  year  we  had  a  long  talk  together  over  how  God  could 
get  the  most  glory  for  years  to  come,  out  of  the  hymns  He  had  given 
our  friend  to  write. 

To  me  James  McGranahan  stood  at  the  head  of  all  the  modem 
school  of  Gospel  tune  writers.  I  always  seledled  his  hjnnns  before 
all  others  from  the  Moody  and  Sankey  books.  May  God  continue 
to  bless  them. 


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\TO  memorial  of  fames McQranahan  would  he  complete  without 
some  selections  from  his  music.  The  following  hymns  have 
been  selected  as  being  the  special  favorites  of  his  friends.  Perhaps 
the  one  which  is  sung  most  is  "Showers  of  Blessing, "  tohile  the 
continued  popularity  of  "I  Shall  be  Satisfied,"  "The  Crowning 
Day,"  and  others  show  that  the^  have  won  their  wa\)  to  the  hearts 
of  the  Church.  Of  his  late  writings,  "Some  Day  We'll  Under- 
stand" has,  perhaps,  touched  a  chord  in  more  hearts  than  an^  other. 
Q  Of  the  hymns  in  which  Mr.  McGranahan  wrote  both  words  and 
music,  "Go  Ye  Into  all  the  World"  has  been  seleSled  as  a  fair 
sample  of  the  uniting  of  his  poetical  and  musical  gifts,  (f  "Oh, 
How  Love  I  Thy  Law,"  is  one  of  a  large  number  in  which  his 
best  music  is  wedded  to  metrical  version  of  the  Psalms  and  a  great 
service  rendered  to  the  Church. 


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'60  Be  Unto  Hll  the  TOorl&" 


G.  M.  J. 


James  McGranaham 


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1.  Far,    far    a -way,    in      liea-tlien  dark-ness  dwell  ing,    Mill- ions  of  souls  for 

2.  See     o'er  the  world  wide  -  o  -  pen  doors  in  -  vit  -  ing,      Sol  -  diers  of  Christ,  a  - 

3.  "Why  will  ye  die?"  the  voice  of   God    is    call  -  inpr,  "VVhy  will   ye  die?"  re- 

4.  God  speed  the  day,  when  those  of    £v  -  'ry    na  •  tion    "Glo  -  ry    to  God"  tri- 


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ech  -  o  in.  His  Name;  Je  •  sus  hath  died  to  save  from  death  ap-pall  •  ing, 
um-phant-ly    shall  sing;     Ran-somed,  re-deemed,  re- joic- ing  in    sal-  va  -  tion, 

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2.  The  heav  ns  shall  glow  witb  splen  •  dor,  But  bnghl  -  cr  far      than  thev 

3.  Our  pain    shall  then     be        O    •    ver,  We      sin       ;ind  Bigh       no  more, 

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0  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,  for  He  is  good: 

0  give  thanks  to  the  Lord  of  lords : 

To  Him  that  by  wisdom  made  the  heavens:  .1  p.,  «•   ^-„„  „„    j„,  ..l  tr... 

To  Him  that  made  great  lights: J  For  His  mercy  en  -  dur^tb  for 

Who  remembered  us  in  our  low  estate:.. . 
Who  giveth  food  to  all  flesh:    


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0  give  thanks  unto  the  God  of  gods: 

To  Hiin  who  alone  doeth  great  wonders:  . . . .- 

To  Him  that  8t.etched  out  the  earth  above  the  waters:    ,  p    ^.  enduretb  for  em-. 

The  sun  to  rule  by  day:the  moonandatars  to  rule  by  oigbt:{'  uK;»vjf  «»»«»«»« ».v» «  ». 

Attdliath  redeemed  us  from  our  enemies: 
0  give  thanks  unto  the  6od  of  beaven:. . 


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The  Lord's  command    is      pure,  and  doth  Light    to        the  eyes    ira  -  part. 
The   judg  •  ments  of     the    Lord   are  truth.  And  right  •  eous-ness  most   pure. 
Than  hon  •   ey,  hon  -  ey     fron    the  comb  That  drop  -  path,  sweet- er     far. 
A       grftit  '  re  -  ward  pro  .-  vid  -  ed      is       For   them    that  keep   the    same. 


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1.  "There  shall  be  show- ers  of  bless  -  ing:"  This  •  is    the  prom -ise     of     love;. 

2.  "There  shall  be  show-ers  of  bless  -  ing"— Pre- cious  re-  viv  •  ing    a  •  gain; 

3.  "There  shall  be  show-ers  of  bless -ing:"  Send  them  up  -  on     us,     0    Lord; 

4.  "There  shall  be  show-ers  of  bless  -  ing:"    Oh,    that   to -^  day  they  might  fall, 


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2  It  IS  the  old  cross  still,  Hal  •  le  ■  lu 
3.  Twa*  here  the  debt  was  paid,     HaJ  •  le  •  lu 


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^ah!  hai  •  le  •  111    •    ]ah!     Its    tn-umph 
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let  08  tell,  HaJ  •  le  •  lu  •  juh!  hal  •  le  •  lu  -  ^ah!  The  grace  of  God  here  fhone, 
Je  •  BUS   Ilid,     Hal  ■  le  -  lu  -  jab!  haJ  •  ie  ■  lu    •    jab!  So  round  the  cross   we   sing, 


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Thro' Christ  the  blessed   Son,    Who  did  for  sin  a  •  tone,     Halle- lu  -  jah  for 
Of   Christ  our  of  •  fer  -  ing.    Of  Christ  our  living  King,    Hal-Je- lu  •  jah  for 
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1.  Not  now,  but  in  tlje  com-ing  years,  It  may  be  in  the  bet-ter  land, 
"2.  We'll  catch  the  bro-ken  thread  a  -  gain,  And  fin  -  ish  what  we  here  be-gan; 
8.  We'll  know  why  clouds  instead  of   sun     Were     o  -  ver  many  a  cherished  plan; 

4.  Why  what  we  long  for  most  of     all,        E  -  Indes   so    oft   our   ea-gerhand; 

5.  God  knows  the  way,  He  holds  the   key,      He  guides  us  with  un -err- ing.hand; 


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Keav'n  will  the' mys-ter  -  ies    ex -plain.  And  then,    ah,  then,  we'll  un-der- stand. 

Why  song  has  ceased  when  scarce  begun;  'Tis  there,  sometime, we'll  un-der- stand. 

Why  hopes  are  crushed  and  cas-tles  fall.  Up    there,  sometime, we'll  un-der- stand. 

iSome-time  with  tear-less  eyes  we'll  see;  Yes,  there,    upthere,  we'll  un-der- stand. 


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